Blonde vs. Blonde? - Gabriel Vinlee vs. Lucy Andersen

[Hagen-Autem]

"THREE!!"

With that number, the cruel blonde's smile widened as she arched downwards, covering Lucy's face with her back, ecstatic at the sound of the bell. The crowd that loved the Norwegian goodie booed the result, those who wanted to see her finished praised the stronger and crueller blonde, and Gabriel, she simply came to her senses and let her opponent's leg fall back to the canvas under the force of gravity.

Lucy had ended up as a doormat for the British queen, and while this pretty girl was in dreamland, the tougher girl bit her nail, sliding her hips until her bottom bumped against Lucy's chest, and looking down at the hips of this poor Norwegian. This was not good.

As thoughts wandered and the referee spoke to Vinlee to give her her arm and allow her to extend it, like the winner she is, Gabriel barely lent her a hand, while with the other she drew delicate circles on Lucy's beautiful flat abdomen.

The referee couldn't lift Gabriel off Andersen, but she could raise her arm. However, after a few seconds of hearing her theme song like the champion she is, Gabriel turned on her hips to look at Lucy's dazed and sleepy face. She sat comfortably, twisting her hips over Lucy's non-existent abs, and rested each thigh against the sweet blonde's waist.

"Well...It's not over yet," she murmured with her eyes shining, arching over her pacified podium.

She wasn't satisfied with just this victory.

Her hands began to run over Lucy's body with her hands wide open, from her ribs, over her bust and shoulders, before taking Lucy's face in her hands. Lowering her face further, she closed her eyes as Lucy had done and stole a delicate kiss, delicious to hear and very strong. She savoured that mouth as she had done with her hips, prolonging that display for about 10 seconds before biting her lower lip and pulling away.

It would be a slow separation; the cameras would capture the best angle where the queen holds the goddess's face, and Gabriel knew it. Then she released Lucy's face and sat up straight in her seat, looking in another direction, placing one hand on Andersen's cleavage while fanning her face with the other.

The audience wanted to kill her for mocking their favourite like that. And Gabriel, although indifferent, loved to fuel that kind of engine.

She resumed her assault. She gently slapped Lucy's face.

"Come on... Wake up, honey," she exclaimed before grabbing her cheeks and shaking her from side to side to bring her back to her senses. She didn't think what she did to her poor femininity was strong enough to keep her asleep for 8 hours.

"You still haven't answered my question," she warned. She caressed her face with her thumb before continuing. "Everyone wants to hear the answer, sweetheart." And by everyone, she meant herself.

If Lucy didn't wake up, Gabriel had other methods to bring her back to her senses if she played hard to get.

[B.Lemme]

Lucy's body was spent! The gentle rise and fall of her chest was the only movement her body had the energy to produce. Gabriel's mind though was still running a million miles an hour it seemed as she played with Lucy's unconscious form with small actions. A light touch of the blondes abs turned into a full on exploration of the unconscious woman's body leaving the crowd wanting even more!

It seemed the crowd was potentially getting what they wanted as Gabriel was turning this into a full on groping session of Lucy's limp form! However, Gabriel would finally cease her actions giving a light but firm slap of Lucy's face followed by a firm squeeze of blonde's cheeks. A few light moans came from Lucy's throat, but there was no movement indicating she was coming back from slumber land.

Gabriel wanting something more, but she'd have to be a little more firm to bring Lucy fully back!

[Hagen-Autem]

Gabriel hoped that a little more lust and a few touches to the face would bring Andersen around, but she saw that it wasn't going to happen...

The winning blonde snorted, sinking her shoulders heavily as she dropped her full weight onto Andersen's abdomen. It was a tiny bounce, but enough to shake that fucked and tired body beneath her ass.

However, Lucy's placid stubbornness would not stop the First Queen. It only encouraged her more!

“I guess you're tougher than I thought,” Gabby exclaimed with such seriousness that someone believed her. “But no one is impenetrable,” she narrowing her eyes.

As she monologued, she lowered her hand to Andersen's lips. This girl seemed so peaceful, and so seductive now with her neck exposed, that she even encouraged Gabriel to caress her lips with her fingertips, and then her delicate throat before lifting her chin.

“Hm... Ooh! I know what I'll do to get you to talk to me!” She continued clapping her hands as she bounced on Lucy again.

The queen turned the goddess over on her chest, scooted her hips until she was sitting on Andersen's butt, and then grabbed her hair to lift her head off the canvas, arching poor Andersen's back. Her expression would be exposed to the crowd as her butt met Vinlee's abs.

“Let's make this something that will open those lips of yours.” She whispered in her ear, giving her a loving rub of her mouth on Lucy's ear before grabbing her skirt at the waist and standing her up on her hands and knees.

The queen would lead the goddess to the ropes like a little dog, hang her abdomen over the middle rope, and then force her to stand, wrapping her in the ropes. Stretching her back so that her bust rises toward the crowd, while Andersen ass and Vinlee's hips collide several times. As the whistles rained down on them, the queen would advance, wrapping Lucy's arms around the top rope. She would take Lucy's impassive face and slowly bring it close to her own ear, hearing the spectators roar.

“I'm not good with hints, Lucy!” Gabriel shouted, ecstatic. “If you wanted me to give you a second round, you could have told me...” she added, hoping Lucy's fans would say anything to get their favorite gal back. “Although I can still stop if you tell me who your queen is...” She whispered the second part of the sentence, waiting for a response.

To show that her threatening position was serious, her hand was already rubbing against the Norwegian's skin, wandering around her waist, her abs, her belly button...it looked like it was going to cross between Andersen's legs then, but no! Her hand veered towards one of Lucy's thighs, caressing their legs as if their skin were silk, even going up and down their thighs, it drew large arcs from one leg to the other, her hand undecided where to go.

As if this body were already her property. She ended up slipping between Lucy's skirt and waist, very tempted to slip under that garment and press between her legs to make Lucy utter an exciting sound. If there was no answer, that's what she was going to do!

“Tell me, Lucy... anything, or I won't stop until I devour what's left of your dignity.” Her own legs trembled at the mere thought of a negative response.

Spoiler

[B.Lemme]

Being called Gabriel's toy at this point almost seemed like an understatement to the casual onlooker to the "action" taking place in the ring. Gabriel seemed almost captivated by Lucy's body to the point she simply couldn't bring herself to leave it alone. Despite the blonde being broken and abused to the point of unconsciousness, that simply wasn't enough for Gabriel!

Even as Gabriel arched Lucy's back to an uncomfortable angle, the blonde was still not roused from her orgasm induced slumber. What Gabriel was managing however was to keep the crowd captivated. Each onlooker kept their gaze fixed on the ring not wanting to miss what Gabriel was going to do with Lucy's body. Even though the woman had kept the best parts to herself, in agonized pleasure was a sight none of them wanted to miss!

Walking Lucy to the ropes got the crowd going though as this likely meant one thing...putting the blonde on display! Perhaps Gabriel was getting soft and going to let the crowd in on a little treat!

Sure enough, the crowd's wish was granted as Gabriel tied Lucy up in the ropes giving them a full frontal view of the still unconscious blonde. Those lucky enough for a front row seat would begin filling their phones with pictures of the blonde in order to document every moment of her humiliation!

There was nothing from Lucy's mouth at Gabriel's enticements other than a simple moan showing the blonde was working her way back to the world of conscious beings, but had not fully arrived. Without the help of the ropes, there was little chance Lucy would even be upright, so speaking was still not an option for Lucy.

Even Lucy's fans were secretly hoping the blonde would not utter a response to Gabriel's final threatening question! They wanted Gabriel to continue almost as much as the woman did herself. The crowd waited with baited breath as the only noise that escaped the blonde mouth was a subtle wimper. "mmmmmm."

[Hagen-Autem]

Despite her insistence, her touch, her curiosity to find Lucy's voice, the Norwegian girl only gave her a subtle wimper and nothing else.

Despite having subdued her, wrapped her in ropes, displayed her to her beloved fans, and stretched her to see how flexible that beautiful body was, besides tracing their soft skin with her touch, there was nothing more from Lucy. Not for Gabriel.

Gabriel brought her lips close to one of the poor girl's ears. She caressed her ear with the soft hiss of her voice while her arm wrapped around her neck, pulling her close as if she were her own, before so many reproachful and interested glances. Gabriel looked at them as her lips disappeared into the Norwegian girl's ear.

“Don't say I didn't ask you.” She gave her options. “Now enjoy the shot you ordered, love...”

Her ring and middle fingers slipped between their belly and Andersen's skirt, her index and little fingers sticking out on either side, and her regent touch reached Freya's slit. Pressing between those clit like a possessive and gentle hook, she didn't want to scratch her or cause her pain in any way; she had already given her enough. Freya deserved another kind of suffering.

Her fingers moved in and out of that vulnerable spot, pressing and caressing the walls of the entrance and the clitoris with her rubbing before and after pulling out. Her bucking was noticeable on Lucy's skirt, and to top it off, Gabbie cooed softly, vibrating her lips on Lucy's skin of their face, caressing her ear like someone lovingly taming a tired beast.

Cautiously and delicately, her hips pushed against Lucy's buttocks while, with her arm around their neck, she pulled their head, arching their back slowly.

To say that this was the beginning of her condescending delight for the arena would be an understatement. They only saw the typical; they had no idea what fingers as flexible as they were strong could do to a woman. Then, with the roars of pleasure and desire from the crowd, Gabriel continued to entertain the woman in her clutches.

Her fingers intertwined to penetrate her, twisting together and apart in large circles inside her to touch every possible nerve in Lucy, exploring every last detail inside that flower, and it was at the end when her fingers began to jump on Lucy's deepest point, pressing her G-spot like a gentle battering ram.

[B.Lemme]

While clarity was still not yet coming to Lucy in full force, her simple utterance to Gabriel's question was enough of an answer for her opponent to take further charge. It wasn't as if Lucy was going to offer any resistance to the woman's advances at this point, and the crowd simply responded with joy at Lucy's "answer"!

They would get to enjoy Lucy on display for a little while longer until Gabriel had taken her fill of the woman. As Gabriel began to move into position for what many figured would be her finale, the cameras made sure not to miss a moment. The crew worked in tandem catching each little curve of Lucy's body bending to Gabriel's will knowing this was the only peace Lucy would have for the next several minutes!

They could have continued these observations of Lucy for hours without getting bored, but Gabriel was on her own timeline. Her hands shot down to Lucy's crotch before two fingers found their way into Lucy's pussy once again!

The sensation sent a jolt up Lucy's spine causing her body to stiffen sticking her chest out further while her eyes finally began to flutter open once again. "Ahhhhh!" Her mouth opened letting out a weak, but still appealing squeal!

Lucy was like a fly trapped in a spider's web...caught between the ropes to the front and Gabriel's body to the rear! All she could do was take it! The crowd cheered and Gabriel herself was seemingly on the edge of enjoying herself almost too much! She gotten what she wanted with Lucy coming back to the conscious realm, but how long she could keep Lucy there was anyones guess. Lucy was Gabriel's doll to play with however she pleased!

[Hagen-Autem]

Gabriel had already crossed the threshold of social tolerance—she was taking out all her frustration on Freya's selfish attitude. Because so far, nothing had worked. Perhaps she had been too ruthless with her.

The queen fingered the goddess, kept her on a leash as her passive lover, and stripped her of any shred of dignity in front of the entire audience, who longed to see yet another humiliation. And yet, Gabriel found no pleasure in consuming her as if she deserved it

She was already assuming that this shameful display would be her last love letter to her rival. Since, apparently, this is what Lucy likes best if she finds it so hard to fight back. However, Andersen came to her senses with a weak squeal, barely opening her eyes and shuddering pathetically as pleasure flooded her. The queen did not miss the opportunity to catch her. Her fingers pumped until she had two knuckles inside her prey, while her other arm wrapped tightly around Lucy's neck. She gave her a huge kiss on the cheek for coming to her senses, and then, with the same tenacity with which she made her ride on two of her fingers, she also gripped her face to force her to look at the ceiling, exposing her neck to the Arena as the queen hissed down her neck, caressing it with the subtle breath of her voice.

"Hi hi!" She whispered when her lips reached the pretty girl's ear, distilling her emotion into every syllable to capture her opponents' attention. "Did you think you could just leave like that and leave me without saying goodbye?"

Her fingers wandered through Lucy's tunnel, twisting in huge spirals to rub all the important nerves, digging deeper into her.

"You didn't answer my question," The queen arched Lucy, then let her rest again, repeating the stretch to make her fuck herself with her fingers with each thrust. "And I want to listen to it?"

Her fingers intertwined again and began to speed up the fingering. Pressing the G-spot as if her hand were a piston and the spot were a bell.

"I came for you... because you are a very good wrestler, talented, tenacious. With a pride that seems unbreakable. Everything anyone would look for in a goddess to admire, Freya. So tell me, love, even if it's in a whisper— who is your queen now?"

She kissed Lucy's profile delicately, behind her ear, on her jaw, where there seemed to be important erogenous zones on that beautiful Norwegian face, wanting to press for the right answer.